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LETTER FROM A STRICT MOM (II) - THE SEAT OF LEARNING [ part 5 ] I tried. It was impossible. I was attached to the chair until Dave decided to let me go, since I couldn't reach the switch. Once Dave attached my legs and arms in their normal places I found that my vital parts were pretty much immobile. Then Dave carefully adjusted the length of the strap to fit my shrinking pussy. "N-no need to actually spring it, Dave, I clearly can't move." I ventured with a weak chuckle, hoping to spare my poor, long suffering cunt. "Ah, but you might struggle harder with a little incentive." he pushed a button. Whap! "Ahhh!" I yelled. It was the slowest of the three settings, so I just felt a sharp but manageable sting in my pussy, but I also felt a bit of pain in the rear as I was unable to keep from jerking against the butt plug. It was abundantly clear that there was nothing I could do to take my pussy out of the direct line of fire. Our last technical problem was solved! And, by the way, Dave made the butt plug removable so that the chair could in fact be made to look perfectly normal between sessions. A few more observations on the theory underlying the operations of the "Seat of Learning". It may occur to you, professor, and to your readers, that when a subject is engaged in a "learning session" she might find it very hard to concentrate on later questions after having received a penalty or two, especially if, for example, she managed to get a question wrong on all three tries. Recall, if you will (I hate to!) how difficult it was for me to remember what I was about after having only received two "penalties" in a row. (I still thank my lucky stars for getting that question right on the third try). Our feeling on this is - yes, it could easily happen that a "subject" could get very distracted by the sensations she might be experiencing, and that this might cause her to do worse on subsequent questions than she might normally have done. In fact, it could easily happen that a "subject" could become distracted enough to lose virtually all ability to concentrate. Well, we say, so much the more incentive for her to be much better prepared the next time. So much the more memorable the experience, the "aversive" effect of the session. And, yes, we admit it, so much the more enjoyable for us, for we believe that the parent should be allowed the right to enjoy as many aspects as possible of the otherwise exhausting and sometimes discouraging discipline process. **** But now, let us return to our little naked teenage girl, whom we left still sitting (impaled?) on the Seat of Learning, her limbs tied, pretty much immobilized from the waist down, and desperately wondering exactly what was in store for her. Her breathing was rapid - causing her pink-tipped large breasts to rise and fall attractively, her legs well spread, giving a good view of her bald pussy, which was hanging over empty space. A shimmering sheen of sweat covered her smooth teenage skin. All in all, it was a pretty appetizing picture she presented, especially to Dave and Timmy I had no doubt. I had a sudden urge, perhaps a somewhat cruel one, and I acted on it. Reaching down toward Nancy's knee I said, "Are you still as ticklish down here as you used to be, dear?" "Y-yess! No! Mom! Mom, I'll wet myself!" "You'd better not!" "Agggghahahah! Agggghahahaha!" I tickled her knee remorselessly for about thirty seconds, during which time Nancy seemed ready to go off the deep end, laughing, screaming, begging me to stop. Wonderfully, even though her upper body was able to jerk around some, causing her boobs to flop from side to side, her hips and legs remained perfectly still. It was a successful experiment, except that I was mildly disappointed that Nancy hadn't disgraced herself by losing control of her bladder as she had threatened. Had this occurred, of course, extra punishment would have become necessary... regrettably... "Cool!" said Timmy. I turned to smile at Dave and noticed that he seemed to be staring in fascination at Nancy's crotch. "It's plumper than I thought." he mused, almost to himself. "Dave," I said, "Don't we need to, uh, line things up?" "Oh, yeah." Nancy flinched again as yet another hand reached downward toward her vulnerable lap. This time it was Dave's hand and this time he reached between Nancy's legs and *underneath* the chair seat to pull out the end of the strap which was dangling from the arm of the electric motor. Nancy had not been able to see any of this mechanism because it was located just under her bottom. Her eyes widened as she saw Dave's hand return with the end of the leather strap. She gasped and became rigid with tension as he carefully pulled the strap up snug against her plump cunt. Poor girl! What must she have been thinking? Clearly she was putting two and two together. It must have been obvious that the strap and her pussy were going to have something to do with each other that probably wasn't going to be too pleasant for the latter. The strap came about an inch short of where we wanted it, namely, such that the end would connect right over Nancy's pinkly erect clitoris. It had been perfect on me. Perhaps this short fall was due to the super plumpness of Nancy's tender organ. "Oh, p-please t-tell me what you're going to do. PLEASE! Oh, please don't hit me *there* with that thing." Nancy pleaded. Dave ignored her and, reaching under the chair, turned an adjusting wheel which moved the apparatus a little bit forward, until things were adjusted just right. He is a stickler for detail, especially when it comes to his children's education! We hope, Professor, that you haven't forgotten that this entire exercise was for the sake of Nancy's progress in school. "There." Dave said, "That strap and your pussy are all lined up, Nancy. But I'm afraid I couldn't help but notice even more telltale moisture down there. Hmmm. And your clit seems a bit swollen." With that Dave filcked Nancy's clitoris sharply with his index finger, drawing an amusing squeak from the young captive. "Eeeeek! Ohhh! Don't hit me *there*!" Dave swung the reading board around, adjusting it so it was in easy reach of Nancy's face. He held out the electronic pen, "Open up Nancy." Once she took it in her mouth he explained the test to her, referring vaguely to "penalties" for missing questions, but not detailing exactly what those penalties might be. It occurred to me that one difference in Nancy's situation with what mine had been was that Nancy was going to have to go through all twenty questions, whereas I had been allowed to stop after only one. Dave, Timmy and I sat ourselves on cushions right in front of Nancy so that we could monitor the "area of operations" - namely Nancy's plump, bare, slightly gaping cunt. As anyone knows who has taken multiple choice tests, if you have anything like a clue about the subject matter you can almost always eliminate two of the five possibilities for any question. If Nancy could just do that much, she could assure that she would never feel the harshest of the three velocity settings. If you've done a moderate amount of studying, you can almost always narrow the choices down to two - in which case you would never have to experience any penalty worse than the slowest speed. Admittedly, even that speed produces a sting that one would definitely want to avoid, but it's much better than getting the other two in addition. I'm afraid Nancy was especially poorly prepared. We had picked Biology for her first training session, because we knew it was her worst subject and that she skipped most of her Biology classes and never studied. She stared at the first question for the full thirty seconds, unable to make a choice, when Whap! came the first penalty - the strap made stinging contact with her pussy. Nancy screamed and the pen fell out of her open mouth. She didn't even try to recapture it she was so surprised and so preoccupied with her physical sensations. As the next ten seconds passed we watched as Nancy's vulva turned a shade pinker than normal and listened to her moans and pleas, "Ohhhhhhh! That really hurt! Oh, stop, I can't stand it there!" Whap! The second level penalty came into play. "Agggghooowww!" the yell was torn from her as the intense smart radiated through her body from her crotch. This time she seemed to remember that her only chance was to answer the question correctly. She grabbed the pen with her teeth and almost blindly thrust it into one of the holes. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't the right one. The strap connected with the tender organ at the fastest of the three speeds. WHAP! "Yeeeeeoowowww! Ow! OHHH! OW!" she roared and cried, again dropping the pen. You could tell by the straining of her thigh and calf muscles that she had a hard time holding down the jerking of her hips, but of course she had to because of Mr. Dildo. While the next thirty seconds passed, during which Nancy should have been reading the next question and attempting to answer it, we enjoyed listening to her cries and pleas for mercy and watching the coloration of her pussy move more toward the red end of the spectrum. It was clear that Dave had adjusted the strap correctly because the strap mark ended just past Nancy's clit. With about ten seconds to go Nancy seemed to remember what she had to do. She grabbed the pen and attempted to read the next question. While she was reading time ran out and she got another first level penalty. This time she managed not to drop her pen even though she was obviously hurting quite a bit and gave a loud groan. Before the next ten seconds past, she made a choice. Alas, it was incorrect and she received another second level penalty. Whap! This time she again dropped the pen as she yelled out and threw her head around in agony. She was just trying to grab it again, when she got her sixth penalty, level three - WHAP! She roared as one demented, begging, promising anything, for mercy. Meanwhile we watched her cunt turning darker red. It seemed to be swelling as well, although that could have been an optical illustion produced by the color change. She was just picking up the pen again when the first level penalty for the third question hit. She jerked and yelled but held onto the pen. She had been prepared for that one, and seemed to realized that her only chance lay in holding onto the pen and doing her best to answer the test questions. She was covered with sweat, panting and trembling, trying to concentrate on the test. I could tell that the tears in her eyes were making it hard for her to read the questions. As you might imagine, despite her desire to do well, the test did not go well for Nancy, although the rest of us found it very entertaining and exciting. She was just not prepared. She did manage to answer a few questions, once she gained the ability to hold onto the pen through her screams of agony (although she never did manage to hold onto it after a level three penalty). She passed out after the level three penalty on the second to the last question. Dave stopped the timer while I held smelling salts under her nose. "Ohhhh! Where am I? Ohhh, my pussy is burning - it's on fire...Ohhh!" she complained, bringing a laugh from all of us. She gradually came back to consciousness and began weeping bitterly. I reminded her that she was taking a test and had one question to go. Dave flipped the chair back on. Frantically she read the last question and guessed. She was wrong. Whap! The strap made pitiless contact with Nancy's poor pussy. "AAAAAYYYYYEOOOOW!" she roared as the pen fell out of her mouth. This was only a level one, but by now her cunt was extremely sore. as well as very very red, swollen, and slightly bruised. She couldn't seem to get the pen back in her mouth for either of the last two chances, both of which produced wonderfully dramatic audio-visual results. After the last one she fainted again. All in all she must have received some forty smacks - of which a good ten were level three. She had done very poorly, but I felt certain that improvement was just around the corner! Dave flipped the switch to deflate the anal dildo and we helped pull/pry Nancy up out of the chair. We carried her to her bedroom and lay her on her back. She woke up when her sore bottom touched the sheets. Immediately she spread her legs wide to avoid squeezing her tender pussy. Dave took the time to adjust Nancy's socks, which had fallen down again. Dave said, "Nancy, you had a miserable score on the test. I'm afraid you made less than ten percent. One of the rules of this training program is that you get an additional penalty when you get less than twenty percent or two additional penalties for less than ten percent. So you get two. Here's the first one." And with that, Timmy and I each took a leg, pulled them apart and back, so that Dave had easy access to Nancy's most intimate areas. Her bumhole looked a bit red and a bit swollen, most likely owing to its encounter with the expanding dildo. Dave gently inserted a gelatin suppository well up her bottom, which seemed to still be quite well lubricated. Nevertheless Nancy must have been quite tender back there, because she yelled at the pain of the invasion. "And here's the second." From an unmarked jar, he got a glob of white cream and started applying it to Nancy's swollen, tender pussy. She jerked and whimpered at the touch, but Timmy and I had her pretty secured so Dave could apply the cream thoroughly, including her clitoris and inner lips. He also rubbed some cream into and around her bumhole. It actually seemed to sooth her a bit... for the present. The suppository contained a high concentration of ginger and the cream was extra strength Ben Gay. Dave gave Nancy yet another of his "affectionate" slaps on the butt, drawing an anguished yelp from her, and Timmy and I released her legs. We left her alone, and waited downstairs. A few minutes later a series of high pitched screams and squeals reached our ears, the wonderful sounds of a teenage girl who was well on her way toward better grades and a promising future. (Music Swells). For about a week Nancy demonstrated a pronounced tendency toward bowleggedness, but soon she was as good as new. Her study habits and her grades underwent immediate improvement. **** As I write this Nancy is sitting on the Seat of Learning next to me, taking a Biology test. She is dressed in her school uniform as quite befits the proper young schoolgirl, except that I know that she has no panties and her cunt remains bare. So far she has answered 17 questions correctly... Oooops!. She just missed one! Often the last two or three questions are more difficult... Is the Seat of Learning too harsh? Some might think so. We say, "How harsh is it to live your life second rate, to not get the best education that you can get? Isn't a short bit of pain worth a transformed life?" Nancy's life had already improved since her one-time encounter with the birch, and with the help of the Seat of Learning her grades have improved dramatically. For Nancy the Seat of Learning has been a tremendous aid to the focusing of her mind. Does she appreciate it? Not yet. In fact she hates it, but we are confident that one day she will thank us. We're considering introducing The Seat Of Learning to the public via an infomercial. One other question that might have occurred to you or your readers. Can or should the Seat of Learning be used with boys? We don't know yet, but we certainly feel that the need is just as great. Obviously it would have to be recalibrated, maybe redesigned. Timmy hasn't been in need of it as yet (although I think that he's starting to show signs of slippage in his school work), and my husband is strangely reluctant to act as an experimental subject, which doesn't seem at all fair to me. I have a vague idea for a modification to the Seat of Learning that might make it useful for boys involving replacing the strap with a pair of chopsticks. Perhaps Nancy would be willing to help in the design - what do you suppose? After all she's doing so much better in school now. Sincerely, |